It is there:
a cold night, a clear memory,
never to be erased.

The images seen again;
repeats, pauses, plays,
but never ceases.

The emotions felt once more;
the fear, the guilt, the sorrow,
but never leaves.

The sensations return in full force;
the rush, the pain, the tears,
but never disappears.

The awareness of the truth;
unbending, unrelenting, unchanging,
but never hiding.

It is done:
an act, a deed,
never to be forgotten.